Page 72 of Unbelonging
He closed his eyes, and then, with strong, steady hands, he returned his gaze to mine. Without breaking eye contact, he reached behind me to unclasp my bra. When the lacy fabric fell away, he leaned back, devouring me with his eyes.
He lowered his head and took a nipple into his warm mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, slowly, deliberately. My breath caught, and the nipple came to life, growing harder and needier with every motion. I arched into him, and a soft moan escaped my parted lips.
I felt his hand on my other breast. He ran his long fingers over its roundness, leaving a trail of heat as he made slow circles around the peak. When I thought I'd die of anticipation, his fingers captured the rigid nub, rolling it between his fingers, stroking and kneading until I was half-crazy with desire.
His fingers trailed lower until they reached the waist of my panties. He nudged them down below my hips. I ached for him. I ached for him so bad that when his hand skimmed the center between my thighs, I couldn’t help it. With a moan of anticipation, I pressed against his palm, urging him onward.
Something – his thumb, maybe – rubbed against that hot knob of desire, and I thought I'd climax right then and there.
Trembling, I pressed my lips to his neck, drinking in the scent and feel of him. He trailed a warm finger against my slick opening. I arched upward – wanting him, needing him, desperate for more. So much more.
His thumb was still doing that wonderful thing against my clit, and I felt my body grow hotter and wetter with every circle, and every stroke. Finally, blissfully, he slid a smooth finger inside me. I couldn't help it. I gave a long, muffled moan of pleasure.
"You feel incredible," he breathed. He moved his finger in time with his thumb, making all those delicious motions, side to side, around and around, just enough and never enough. I was ready to fall straight over the edge and never look back.
He spoke against my skin. "I've wanted this – wanted you – so bad, you have no idea."
Ididhave an idea, because if he wanted me half as much as I wanted him, I could only imagine.
I gripped the waistband of his briefs and tugged downward. My eager hands found his rigid tool. My heart racing, I gave it one long stroke and then another.
“Oh Chloe,” he said in a muffled groan.
The sound of my name on his lips did crazy things do my insides, even crazier when combined with his touch.
He took me in his arms and lowered me onto the couch. Our gazes met and held, even as he freed himself from his briefs and turned to my panties.
Slowly, as if savoring each moment, he pulled them lower and lower until I was completely naked.
"Hang on," he said.
"For what?" I asked, my voice sleepy with desire.
From somewhere near the couch, he pulled out a small, foil package and started to open it.
"Oh, that?" I gave him a sheepish grin. How had I ever forgotten? I might have blamed the vodka, except Lawton was ten times more intoxicating. I took the package from his hand and pulled out the condom. "Here," I said. "Lemme do it."
He didn't argue, and I slid the sheer covering onto him, caressing his length as I went, until his eyes drifted shut and his lips parted. When I finished, he opened his eyes and gave me a look of such unbridled desire that almost by instinct, I lay back again, my thighs parting like they had a mind of their own.
"You aresobeautiful," he said.
I smiled. "So are you."
With a soft chuckle, he ran a finger along my slick opening, teasing and caressing until I thought I'd go crazy wanting him. And then finally, he lowered himself toward me. I raised my hips and reached for him, guiding him closer to my hot, wet opening.
When he'd barely slid into me, I gave a moan of pleasure. He held himself very still, looking down on me with hot, hungry eyes.
"I want this to last forever," he said.
I felt a slow smile build. "Then don't make me wait." I leaned back, and urged in a trembling voice, "Please. Don't stop."
To my infinite pleasure, he granted my wish, thrusting forward until inch by inch, his rigid shaft filled me nearly to the bursting point. I savored the fullness, beyond anything I'd ever known, and yet so perfect in all the right ways.
As our hips ground together, he locked his arms around me, pulling me close and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. His lips found my neck, my earlobe, my shoulder, and every place in-between.
Soon, our hips moved in unison, rocking desperately against each other as if tonight was our last night on Earth. I reached up and ran my fingers through his thick hair, sifting it across my fingertips and running a hand along his neck.
He was everything I'd ever imagined and then some. He knew just what to do to please a girl, thrusting in perfect harmony with my own motions and desires, reading my body like no one ever had before. His pace, sometimes slow and steady, other times hard and fast, kept me ever on the edge of climax. As our bodies moved, I gave up trying to maintain any dignity.
